You need not speak upon it, if you do not wish to.
[ A low murmur, meant to be soothing. She threads her fingers between his, curls them slightly. ]
We could return to our scrutiny of our new acquaintances who may indeed yet live, if this were to have been painted ten years or so ago. Or I could tell you of the morning that brought me home early, when the wind was so strong I felt as if I were a sail. As if I spread my arms wide enough I would fly.
But if you ever wish to, and to be held—
[ She turns her head against his like a cat or dog might; the simplicity of an animal's love— ]
no subject
[ A low murmur, meant to be soothing. She threads her fingers between his, curls them slightly. ]
We could return to our scrutiny of our new acquaintances who may indeed yet live, if this were to have been painted ten years or so ago. Or I could tell you of the morning that brought me home early, when the wind was so strong I felt as if I were a sail. As if I spread my arms wide enough I would fly.
But if you ever wish to, and to be held—
[ She turns her head against his like a cat or dog might; the simplicity of an animal's love— ]
Then I wish to hear and hold you.